Missing BUBBAS

Last year at this time, I knew I was approaching the final year of my Golden. Though had yet to be diagnosed with anything, I just knew time was short.  She was diagnosed with bone cancer in July and had to put her down within' 40 days of that.  Even though all thought she'd have at least a year.  It was swift, when the day approached.  "Bubbas" was almost 13.  Always acted like a puppy.  If not for that damn cancer in her leg.  Was aggressive. She was surrounded by her kids (nieces and nephews she raised) when it came time for that last nap.  Miss her tons, as the holiday approaches.  I think of her often. She just some how knew this time of year for family gatherings, where she could see all her kids (nieces and nephews) as she raised them all. Her and that big pink nose.  Job well done my sweet girl.  Missing you 'Bubbas'...